I woke up early this morning to go running. As I drove past the parking lot where Steve left his car, I noticed that it was no longer there.
You see, last night, I could think of nothing but sushi. So Steve, being the sweet husband that he is, went to go get some sushi nearby. When he came home, he told me that he walked home because he couldn't start his car.
For some reason, neither of us were very worried about leaving our car there. We mostly just wanted to enjoy our sushi together. It was just as delicious as I imagined it would be.
This morning, when I noticed that our car was not where Steve left it, I turned around and told Steve that our car was gone, that I didn't feel like running anymore, and that our Saturday was ruined. He told me to go run anyway. I listened.
I drove to the trail and ran eight miles. It felt good. I saw the old man runner who gives thumbs up to everybody. I remember him from when I was training for my half marathon. I saw him many Saturday mornings. His thumbs up always gave me a boost when I thought I would otherwise collapse.
When I saw him today, I cheerfully exclaimed, "Oh hi!" like he was somehow supposed to remember me, the one he saved from collapsing. His thumbs up inspired me to say "good morning" with a smile to every biker, runner, and walker I see. I'm pretty sure his thumbs up is more effective than my "good morning" with regards to collapse-prevention.
I went home to shower and Steve took the kids to the parking lot sign to get the phone number of the towing company. We all went together to the towing yard and found our car. We attempted to jump the car several times before it finally started.
We immediately drove to a repair shop, where the mechanic told us that we need a new alternator and battery. Nice. All the while, our children were screaming and crying in their car seats because Steve kept going back and forth between us and the mechanic. The separation was just too much.
At home, our children fell apart so we sentenced them to naps. They both fell asleep almost immediately. Steve and I had some time to ourselves. Lovely. It was the turning point in our day. Everything after was so beautiful.
Steve went grocery shopping and I began sewing a dress. Mei Li woke up and yelled, "Dad, I feel much better!" She watched football with her dad while I finished up the dress. Stephen woke up shortly after and it was dinner time. We were all starving, but I had no meal plan. Steve said that today was meant to be a pizza day.
We picked up some pizzas and headed to an outdoor concert. The kids danced the night away with the look of pure happiness on their faces. Throughout the night, Steve and I exchanged glances of pride in our children and acknowledgment that our life is so so sweet.
We ended the evening with ice cream. A sweet ending to a sweet day in our sweet life.
Back at home, it was bath, jammas, books, teeth, and scriptures. Mei Li set out a blanket on the floor and pretended it was her picnic blanket. Stephen wore his blanket like a toga and gave us pretend cookies and oatmeal.
Baby guy: Cookies, yummy?
Me: Yes, the cookies are very yummy.
Baby guy: Why?
Me: Because you made them.
We knelt in family prayer, Steve told the story of "Goldilocks and the three bears," and we sang them songs. They're sleeping peacefully now, as is my husband. I need to cuddle with my darling now.
Good night.
You see, last night, I could think of nothing but sushi. So Steve, being the sweet husband that he is, went to go get some sushi nearby. When he came home, he told me that he walked home because he couldn't start his car.
For some reason, neither of us were very worried about leaving our car there. We mostly just wanted to enjoy our sushi together. It was just as delicious as I imagined it would be.
This morning, when I noticed that our car was not where Steve left it, I turned around and told Steve that our car was gone, that I didn't feel like running anymore, and that our Saturday was ruined. He told me to go run anyway. I listened.
I drove to the trail and ran eight miles. It felt good. I saw the old man runner who gives thumbs up to everybody. I remember him from when I was training for my half marathon. I saw him many Saturday mornings. His thumbs up always gave me a boost when I thought I would otherwise collapse.
When I saw him today, I cheerfully exclaimed, "Oh hi!" like he was somehow supposed to remember me, the one he saved from collapsing. His thumbs up inspired me to say "good morning" with a smile to every biker, runner, and walker I see. I'm pretty sure his thumbs up is more effective than my "good morning" with regards to collapse-prevention.
I went home to shower and Steve took the kids to the parking lot sign to get the phone number of the towing company. We all went together to the towing yard and found our car. We attempted to jump the car several times before it finally started.
We immediately drove to a repair shop, where the mechanic told us that we need a new alternator and battery. Nice. All the while, our children were screaming and crying in their car seats because Steve kept going back and forth between us and the mechanic. The separation was just too much.
At home, our children fell apart so we sentenced them to naps. They both fell asleep almost immediately. Steve and I had some time to ourselves. Lovely. It was the turning point in our day. Everything after was so beautiful.
Steve went grocery shopping and I began sewing a dress. Mei Li woke up and yelled, "Dad, I feel much better!" She watched football with her dad while I finished up the dress. Stephen woke up shortly after and it was dinner time. We were all starving, but I had no meal plan. Steve said that today was meant to be a pizza day.
We picked up some pizzas and headed to an outdoor concert. The kids danced the night away with the look of pure happiness on their faces. Throughout the night, Steve and I exchanged glances of pride in our children and acknowledgment that our life is so so sweet.
We ended the evening with ice cream. A sweet ending to a sweet day in our sweet life.
Back at home, it was bath, jammas, books, teeth, and scriptures. Mei Li set out a blanket on the floor and pretended it was her picnic blanket. Stephen wore his blanket like a toga and gave us pretend cookies and oatmeal.
Baby guy: Cookies, yummy?
Me: Yes, the cookies are very yummy.
Baby guy: Why?
Me: Because you made them.
We knelt in family prayer, Steve told the story of "Goldilocks and the three bears," and we sang them songs. They're sleeping peacefully now, as is my husband. I need to cuddle with my darling now.
Good night.
